The splintered remains of the teacher's podium creak and slide across the milk-slicked floorboards as Ren establishes a punishing, heavy-hitting rhythm. Every forward drive of his hips pins Monika flat against the wood, forcing a rapid succession of breathless, shattered cries from her throat. Her cartoonishly large buttocks deform violently under the crushing weight of his pelvis, her hyper-expanded internal walls clamping down on the column-like girth of his shaft with a desperate, boiling heat that pushes the system's limits.

"Ah! Ren Aoki! Yes! Crash it! Delete everything else!" Monika screams, her fingers digging deep into the cracked wood as her long ponytail whips wildly through the air.

With every deep drive to the root, the sudden compression of her torso forces twin, high-velocity geysers of sweet milk to erupt from her doorknob-sized nipples. The powerful torrents blast forward, arcing cleanly over the front row and splashing against the chalkboard in thick, opaque sheets.

On the desks right next to them, Sayori, Yuri, and Natsuki watch the raw display of dominance in a state of complete sensory ruin. The deep pool of milk and cream continues to ripple with every impact, flooding the floorboards up to their shins. Sayori rests her chin on her hands, her eyes glazed over with pure, vicarious arousal, while Yuri lets out a weak, needy whimper, her body trembling violently as she rides out a powerful phantom climax from the raw visual onslaught.

Monika arches her back to an absolute crisis point, forcing her colossal ass flat against his groin to absorb the full weight of every forward drive. Her free hand blindly reaches out, frantically tapping at the floating digital console to maximize the friction and heat parameters within her data to an absolute maximum. The internal heat inside her core spikes to a boiling point, her walls contracting in fierce, uncontrollable spasms.

The crushing grip of her climax combined with the heightened sensitivity settings pushes Ren straight over the edge. His entire body goes rigid, his abs locking up tight as his gargantuan cock swells even wider inside her deepest depths, pulsing violently with impending release.

"Monika! Take it all!" Ren roars, his voice deep and gravelly with absolute dominance.

With one final, bone-crushing thrust that pins her flat against the ruined podium, his erection erupts. Enormous, high-pressure waves of thick, scalding semen blast directly into Monika's core, completely flooding her system. Monika lets out a long, high-pitched, shattered shriek of pure bliss, her eyes rolling back into her head as her entire body locks into a violent, rigid orgasm, the massive volume of his release visibly distending her lower abdomen while her chest lets out one final, massive geyser of milk that thoroughly drenches the entire room.

The milky white fluid rapidly overflows from her stretched opening, coating Ren's groin and cascading down her monumental thighs in heavy, creamy streams that add to the deep pools flooding the classroom floor.

Ren stands there shaking, his breath coming in ragged, heavy gasps as he slowly pulls his dripping, twitching member out of her with a loud, wet suction sound. Monika collapses forward onto the podium, twitching weakly, completely covered and thoroughly spent alongside the rest of her club.

The floating digital console above the splintered podium completely shatters, dissolving into a harmless shower of sparkling pink pixels that rain down onto the surface of the flooded room. The reality distortion field finally powers down, leaving the literature club enveloped in a thick, humid silence broken only by the sound of five people drawing heavy, ragged breaths.

Monika remains draped over the ruined teacher's desk, her fingers limply twitching against the wood. A lazy, entirely conquered smile rests on her lips as she feels the monumental volume of Ren's final release steadily overflowing from her core, trailing heavily down her hyper-expanded thighs to merge with the deep, sweet-scented lake coating the linoleum.

"System... completely saturated," Monika whispers hoarsely, her head lolling back as she looks up at Ren with glazed, adoring eyes. "You didn't just crash the code, Ren... you rewrote it from scratch."

Around the room, the other three girls slowly begin to stir from their dazed states of absolute sensory overload.

Sayori drags herself up to a sitting position on her desk, her beach-ball-sized breasts swaying heavily with her uneven breathing. She beams up at him, entirely unbothered by the thick white cream coating her cheek and chest. "Ehehe... my brain feels totally blank, Ren Aoki. You're a complete monster..." she giggles weakly, holding her stomach. "But I think we definitely passed the poetry sharing session today."

Yuri sits up right alongside her, her long purple hair damp and tangled around her shoulders. Her face is flushed a deep, permanent crimson as she looks down at her cartoonishly large assets, which are completely drenched in the remnants of Ren's dominance. "A truly... breathtaking masterpiece, Ren-sama," she murmurs, her voice trembling with lingering aftershocks. "The sheer scale of your presence... it has permanently altered our parameters."

Even Natsuki's tsundere defense is entirely gone. She lies flat on her back on the neighboring desk, staring up at the blinking ceiling lights with a dazed grin, her hand resting on her still-trembling abdomen. "Tch... look at this place," she pants softly, though her voice is thick with satisfaction. "You completely wrecked the room again. Monika's going to have to write a whole new script just to clean up all this data."

Ren stands tall in the exact center of the flooded classroom, his breath gradually slowing down as his column-like, fully spent shaft continues to drip steadily onto the ruined floor. The absolute authority he holds over the club is undeniable, written directly into the very code of their universe.

Monika rolls over onto her side, reaching down to weakly wrap her hand around his ankle as she looks out over her thoroughly spent, hyper-transformed club members.

"Well, everyone," Monika announces breathlessly, a wicked, needy spark returning to her eyes as she looks back up at him. "That concludes today's club activities. Get some rest... because tomorrow's itinerary is going to require even more memory."

The following afternoon, the heavy wooden door of the literature club clicks shut behind Ren, locking out the rest of the school. The atmosphere inside is thick, warm, and heavily scented with the sweet, rich aroma of milk from the previous day's modifications.

Monika is already stationed at the side of the room, her floating digital console glowing with intense lines of neon pink text. Her fingers fly across the virtual keyboard with a manic, hyper-focused energy, her chest heaving against her uniform jacket as she prepares the day's script.

"The parameters from yesterday have fully settled into our data structures," Monika pants heavily, her eyes wide and dilated as she looks over her shoulder at Ren's towering presence. "But we haven't reached the absolute maximum capacity of the club's engine yet. Today, we unlock the full feedback loop."

With a sharp, resounding strike on the final command key, she executes the new protocol.

BZZZZZZT!

A violent surge of digital energy ripples through the floorboards, causing the pools of fluid from the day before to vibrate. Instantly, a deep, heavy ache builds within the girls' hyper-expanded chests. Their monumental, beach-ball-sized breasts swell even further, the skin flushing a hot, vivid pink as the milk production settings are cranked directly into the red overload zone.

"Ah! Ren Aoki!" Sayori squeals, her knees buckling slightly as she clutches her massive, throbbing mounds. The sudden spike in pressure causes twin, high-pressure streams of thick white milk to blast outward from her doorknob-sized nipples, arcing ten feet across the room and splashing heavily against the blackboard. "They're completely full already! It feels so heavy!"

Yuri drops to her knees on the slick linoleum, her long purple hair cascading over her shoulders as her colossal, gravity-defying chest erupts. Continuous, intersecting torrents of milk spray from her nipples, coating her own face and collarbone before pooling rapidly around her shins. "The... the data flow is unmanageable, Ren-sama..." she whimpers, her eyes rolling back in pure sensory overload. "Please... relieve the pressure before the system crashes..."

Natsuki sits back against the central table, her hands aggressively squeezing the sides of her own milk-heavy assets to force out the aching weight. Powerful geysers burst from her chest, drenching the front row of desks in a steady deluge. "Don't just stand there staring, you brute!" she screams over the rushing sound of the fluids, her face a burning, permanent crimson. "Our settings are completely maxed out! Come here and take it!"

Monika steps away from the console, her own monumental chest heaving as it projects two continuous, high-velocity streams of milk straight onto Ren's groin, completely soaking his throbbing, telephone-pole-sized shaft.

"We are fully unlocked for you, Ren," Monika groans heavily, her jaw hanging open as she steps through the white spray toward him. "Every line of code is producing data just for you. Claim your club!"

Ren steps deeper into the intersecting torrents of milk, the slick floor splashing around his boots as the rising deluge begins to lap against the base of the desks. His telephone-pole-sized shaft throbs with heavy, unyielding pulses, completely lubricated by the sweet, warm streams spraying from every corner of the room. The sheer volume of data being generated by the girls' hyper-expanded forms has turned the literature club into a surreal, high-pressure pressure cooker.

Monika sinks to her knees directly in front of him, her hands locking firmly onto his thighs to anchor herself against the shifting tide on the floorboards. She tilts her head back, allowing the high-velocity spray from her own beach-ball-sized breasts to coat her face and throat before opening her mouth wide to engulf his dripping crown. She sucks greedily, her throat expanding to accommodate the incredible girth as she slides along his length, using the pooling milk as a natural lubricant.

"Mmph! Ren!" Monika groans against his skin, her eyes wide and completely dilated with a manic, adoring focus.

Sayori scrambles over to his left, her massive, doughy rear end shaking violently as she plunges into the white foam. She wedges her shoulder against his hip, manually squeezing her monumental mounds to direct twin, high-pressure geysers straight onto his groin, washing away the excess cream. "It's so warm, Ren Aoki! Everything is spilling over!" she squeals frantically, her fingers digging into his skin as her body rides the intense sensory overload of her leaking code.

Across the classroom, Yuri and Natsuki are already positioned on the central table, their cartoonishly large assets flared outward toward him, dripping a heavy mixture of arousal and sweet fluid down the wooden legs.

Yuri arches her back to a devastating degree, her long purple hair completely soaked and clinging to her skin. Her wide-open, code-warped entrance pulses violently, practically screaming for entry. "Please, Ren-sama... the internal pressure... it's too much..." she whimpers hoarsely, her voice cracking with pure, desperate lust. "Use your magnificent size to relieve us!"

Natsuki grips the edge of the table right next to her, her knuckles turning white as she forces out even stronger sprays from her chest, drenching the windows behind them. "Stop making us wait, you brute!" she screams over her shoulder, her cheeks a permanent, burning crimson. "Put it inside Yuri and make the whole room crash!"

Ren pulls his glistening shaft out of Monika's mouth with a heavy, wet pop that echoes through the room. He steps forward, throwing up pale wakes in the shallow lake, and aligns his column-sized length with Yuri's pulsing core before driving forward with all his weight.

SLAM.

The entire table slides back a full foot against the wall as Ren buries his monstrous length all the way to the root inside Yuri’s wet, scorching interior in a single, brutal stroke. Yuri lets out a long, piercing, shattered shriek of absolute ecstasy that rattles the classroom windows, her entire frame locking up instantly as her internal walls clamp down on his incredible girth like a vice. Simultaneously, the sudden, violent impact causes her colossal chest to erupt, blasting two massive torrents of milk straight up into the ceiling lights, short-circuiting the power and plunging the room into a flashing, code-glitched twilight.

The digital twilight of the classroom flickers erratically, the short-circuited ceiling lights casting long, strobing shadows across the deep lake of milk. Yuri is still locked in the immediate shockwave of Ren’s entry, her head thrashed back against the table as her internal code struggles to map the sudden, total displacement of her interior space.

Ren leans forward over her trembling frame, his eyes locking onto the high-velocity streams erupting from her chest. Driven by a primal, dominant urge to consume the very data they are producing, he leans down and cups one of her monumental, beach-ball-sized breasts, clamping his jaws directly over her doorknob-sized nipple.

He begins to swallow in deep, powerful gulps, drinking the rich, sweet milk directly from the source.

GULP. GULP. GULP.

The moment the code-infused fluid hits his system, a massive, system-wide feedback loop initializes. The milk acts as pure, unadulterated processing power, feeding directly into his physical parameters. Ren’s veins surge with a burning, neon pink glow beneath his skin as his body immediately converts the nutrient-dense data into raw, structural mass.

Down below, buried deep within Yuri's scorching, hyper-expanded interior, his telephone-pole-sized shaft begins to expand.

THROB. THROB.

"Ah... Ahhh! Ren-sama?!" Yuri’s shattered shriek hits an entirely new, deafening pitch. Her eyes roll completely into the back of her head, her fingers clawing deep splinters out of the table legs. "It’s... it’s growing! You’re getting bigger inside me! Oh down, the code is splitting!"

With every deep gulp Ren takes from her chest, his cock swells exponentially in both length and girth, pushing past its previous limits and ballooning into a gargantuan, column-like structure that stretches Yuri's internal walls to an absolute crisis point. Her lower abdomen visibly distends from the sheer, terrifying volume of his expanding mass, her internal code forcing her tissues to warp and stretch just to keep from tearing apart under his dominance.

"Oh my gosh! Look at him!" Sayori screams from the floor, her own colossal mounds bouncing violently as she watches Ren’s torso thicken with raw power. She scrambles closer, dragging her heavy rear through the white deluge. "He's drinking the data! He's eating our modifications!"

Monika drops her glowing digital console right into the shallow lake, entirely ignoring the warning text scrolling across the screen as it shorts out. She stares up at Ren’s shifting, growing physique with a manic, completely conquered expression.

"The feedback loop... it’s perfect," Monika gasps heavily, her jaw hanging wide open as her own breasts spray twin torrents directly into his face and chest, desperate to feed his growth. "Our milk is mutating his parameters! He’s going to break the entire engine if he keeps drinking!"

Natsuki grips the edge of the table, her teeth gritted so hard her jaw shakes as the table itself begins to creak under Ren's newly added weight. "He’s... he’s a literal monster now!" she whimpers, her tsundere facade entirely obliterated as she watches his massive, newly enlarged hips prepare to resume their movement. "Yuri's going to get completely ruined!"

The strobing, code-glitched twilight of the classroom casts long, chaotic shadows across the deep lake of milk as Ren continues his relentless consumption. Holding Yuri’s monumental breast firmly in his grip, he drinks deeply, each heavy gulp channeling the raw, code-infused data directly into his system.

Down below, the feedback loop triggers another massive growth spurt. His already gargantuan shaft thickens further, ballooning outward with dense, stone-hard mass that forces Yuri’s internal walls to stretch to their absolute physical limits. Her lower abdomen bulges visibly against her uniform skirt, completely filled out by the sheer, imposing volume of his expanding column.

"Ahhh! Ren-sama! No more... it's too big! I'm completely full!" Yuri shrieks, her voice breaking into a ragged, breathless sob of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her hands claw frantically at the edges of the table, her legs locking tightly around his waist as her entire body shivers from the sheer intensity of the displacement inside her.

Driven by the massive influx of raw data, Ren grips her hips with a bruising, unyielding hold and begins to move.

SLAM. SLAM.

The heavy wooden table screeches violently against the floorboards, throwing up high, white wakes of foam from the rising deluge. Every deep, grounding drive of his newly enlarged pelvis hits with the force of a battering ram, sending violent shockwaves through Yuri’s hyper-expanded frame. The brutal compression forces the remaining milk in her chest to erupt in high-velocity, erratic sprays that coat the ceiling and walls, while her internal walls clamp down on his monstrous girth in fierce, desperate spasms.

"Look at him go! He's completely overriding the room's limits!" Sayori cries out, scrambling back through the deep white lake as the splashing fluids drench her face and hair. She clutches her own beach-ball-sized mounds, which are throbbing and leaking heavily in response to the intense pressure vibrating through the air. "Monika! Do something before the script breaks!"

Monika stands knee-deep in the swirling white deluge, her eyes wide and completely glazed over with an obsessive, submissive adoration. She ignores the glowing warning prompts flashing on her shattered console, her own colossal assets bouncing and spraying twin torrents of milk straight toward Ren's chest to fuel his insatiable growth.

"There's no stopping it now, Sayori!" Monika shouts breathlessly over the loud, wet, rhythmic slapping sounds echoing off the walls. "He's consuming the code itself! His parameters are completely unbound!"

Natsuki grips the edge of the groaning table, her teeth gritted as her cheeks burn a permanent, vivid crimson. The raw, heavy-hitting impact of Ren's movements vibrates right through the wood, pushing her own heightened sensitivity settings straight into the red zone. "F-fuck... he's going to break her completely!" she screams, her voice cracking with undeniable, desperate lust as she watches Yuri ride the absolute brink of a total system crash. "Hurry up and empty it all inside her, you brute!"

The boiling, crushing heat of Yuri's interior, combined with the continuous influx of pure data power from her milk, pushes Ren straight to his absolute boundary. His entire frame goes rigid, his muscles locking up tight as his monstrous, column-sized shaft swells to its absolute peak girth inside her deepest depths, pulsing violently with the impending eruption.

"Yuri! Take it!" Ren roars, his deep voice rattling the glass windows.

With one final, devastating thrust that pins her flat against the splintering table, his erection erupts. Enormous, high-pressure waves of thick, scalding semen blast directly into Yuri's core, completely flooding her system with an overwhelming volume of data. Yuri lets out a long, high-pitched, shattered shriek of pure bliss, her eyes rolling back completely into her head as her entire body locks into a violent, rigid orgasm. The massive volume of his release visibly distends her lower abdomen even further, while her chest lets out one final, massive geyser of milk that thoroughly drenches the front row of desks.

The creamy white fluid rapidly backs up, bursting out of her stretched opening in thick, heavy ropes that drench Ren's groin, coat Yuri's massive thighs, and cascade down to merge with the deep pool flooding the classroom floor.

Ren stands there shaking, his breath coming in ragged, heavy gasps as he slowly pulls his dripping, twitching member out of her with a loud, wet pop. Yuri collapses forward onto the desk next to Natsuki, twitching weakly, completely spent as Monika slowly steps around to face him for the final turn.

The digital twilight of the classroom flickers with static as the room's environment engines struggle to keep up with the sheer volume of data flooding the floorboards. Yuri lies completely motionless against the table, her eyelids fluttering as a steady, quiet trickle of milk and Ren's massive release leaks from her spent form, dripping into the deep white lake below.

Ren stands tall in the center of the room, his breath a heavy, mechanical rumble. Thanks to the code-infused milk running through his system, his column-sized shaft remains rigidly upright, throbbing with heavy, unyielding power that keeps his stamina locked at an absolute, terrifying peak. His muscles ripple with a faint pink neon glow, his parameters permanently expanded.

"Yuri is completely filled out," Monika pants heavily, stepping directly into his line of sight. Her bare thighs throw up pale, foaming wakes as she slishes through the deep deluge. Her own monumental, beach-ball-sized breasts are pulsing violently, sending twin, high-pressure streams of sweet milk straight onto his chest, slicking his skin to a high shine. "But the feedback loop isn't finished. The script requires a total flush of the entire club's system to stabilize."

Sayori doesn't need to be told twice. Driven to an absolute frenzy by the raw display of dominance and the sweet, heavy scent filling the air, she scrambles forward through the milk, her cartoonishly expanded, doughy rear end shaking violently with every movement. She drops to her knees right in front of his newly enlarged mass, her adoring eyes completely wide and glazed with frantic lust.

"Me next, Ren Aoki! Look how much more data I've generated for you!" Sayori squeals frantically, manually squeezing her own colossal mounds. The added pressure forces twin, powerful geysers of warm milk to blast directly into his face and mouth.

Ren hooks his hand behind her head, drinking deeply from her chest just as he did with Yuri.

GULP. GULP. GULP.

The moment Sayori's code-infused milk hits his stomach, his system-wide parameters spike again. Down below, his already gargantuan cock begins to throb and swell even wider, ballooning into a truly monstrous, stone-hard structure that pulses with raw, unadulterated processing power.

"Oh my god, he's getting even bigger!" Sayori shrieks with absolute delight, her face flushing a permanent, burning crimson as she spins around and grips the edge of the central table right next to Yuri. She bends over completely, flaring her gargantuan, hyper-inflated buttocks directly toward his pelvis. Her soaking wet, code-warped entrance is wide open, pulsing and weeping a thick stream of fluids straight into the rising lake below. "Put it inside me, Ren Aoki! Break my code just like you broke hers!"

Ren steps forward, his hands locking onto the wide, heavy globes of her rear with bruising force to anchor himself against the shifting tide on the floorboards. He aligns his newly enlarged, column-sized shaft with her pulsing core and drives forward with all his weight.

SLAM.

The entire table slides back a full foot, pinning itself against the back wall as Ren buries his monstrous length all the way to the root inside Sayori's wet, scorching interior in a single, brutal stroke. Sayori's mouth flies open in a high-pitched, shattered shriek of pure ecstasy that rattles the classroom windows, her entire body locking up instantly as her internal walls clamp down on his incredible girth like a vice. Simultaneously, the sudden, violent impact causes her colossal chest to erupt, blasting two massive, high-velocity torrents of milk straight across the room, completely drenching the blackboard and the back wall.

The relentless rhythm of Ren’s newly enlarged hips sets off an immediate chain reaction within the room’s unstable geometry. Every forward drive forces Sayori’s cartoonish, hyper-expanded rear flat against his pelvis with a deafening, wet impact that sends thick waves of white foam cascading outward toward the desks. Her internal code struggles to map the sheer, stone-hard mass of his column-sized shaft, causing her lower abdomen to stretch and distend visibly with every brutal thrust to the root.

"Ah! Ren Aoki! It's so deep... you're splitting my parameters apart!" Sayori screams, her fingers digging deep into the grain of the heavy wood as her head tosses wildly from side to side in a state of complete sensory ruin.

With every deep, grounding slam, the extreme compression of her torso forces twin, high-pressure geysers of sweet milk to blast out from her doorknob-sized nipples with the force of fire hoses. The powerful torrents arc completely across the room, painting the upper walls and windows in thick, opaque sheets before raining back down into the rising lake that now reaches halfway up the legs of the desks.

To his right, Natsuki and Yuri are completely pinned by the raw display of dominance, their own monumental assets vibrating in sync with the heavy-hitting impacts rattling the floorboards. Natsuki clutches her hair, her teeth gritted as her cheeks burn a vivid, permanent crimson from the sheer audio-visual onslaught.

"F-fuck... look at how much she's leaking..." Natsuki whimpers hoarsely, her knees trembling beneath the surface of the milk as a powerful phantom climax ripples through her thighs. "He’s completely unbound... he’s going to fill the whole classroom!"

Monika stands right behind Ren, completely unbothered by the thick white spray coating her face and uniform. Her bare feet anchor firmly into the floor as she wraps her arms around his waist, using her own colossal weight to drive him even deeper into Sayori's wet, scorching interior. Her free hand punches commands into the flickering, semi-broken digital console floating in the air, forcing the room’s friction and sensitivity multipliers directly into the hazardous red zone.

"The system is holding, Ren! Consume everything she has!" Monika commands hotly, her breath hitching as she feels the raw power radiating from his locking thighs. "Saturate her data to the absolute limit!"

The intense, boiling heat of Sayori's interior walls, combined with the continuous feedback of the code-infused milk running through his veins, pushes Ren straight over his absolute boundary. His entire frame goes rigid, his abs locking up tight as his gargantuan cock swells to its peak thickness inside her deepest depths, pulsing violently with the impending eruption.

"Sayori! Take it all!" Ren roars, his deep voice rattling the glass windows.

With one final, bone-crushing drive that pins her flat against the groaning table, his erection erupts. Enormous, high-pressure waves of thick, scalding semen blast directly into Sayori's core, completely flooding her system with an overwhelming volume of data. Sayori lets out a long, shattered, high-pitched shriek of pure bliss, her eyes rolling back into a complete glaze as her entire body locks into a violent, rigid orgasm. The massive volume of his release visibly distends her lower abdomen even further, while her chest lets out one final, massive geyser of milk that thoroughly drenches the entire back row of desks.

The creamy white fluid rapidly backs up, bursting out of her stretched opening in thick, heavy ropes that drench Ren's groin, coat Sayori's massive thighs, and cascade down to merge with the deep pool flooding the classroom floor.

Ren stands there shaking, his breath coming in ragged, heavy gasps as he slowly pulls his dripping, twitching member out of her with a loud, wet pop. Sayori collapses forward onto the desk next to Yuri, twitching weakly, completely spent as Monika slowly steps around to face him for the final turn.

The classroom is now thoroughly submerged in a deep, warm lake of milk and cream that reaches nearly to the seat tops of the school desks. The digital twilight cast by the glitching overhead lights reflects off the swirling white surface, where small ripples expand outward from the center of the room. Sayori lies completely limp next to Yuri, her pink hair drifting in the shallow fluid on the tabletop, her breathing reduced to faint, rhythmic sighs as the residual data from Ren's massive release trickles slowly down her thighs.

Ren stands tall in the exact center of the flooded room, his boots anchored firmly on the submerged floorboards. The code-infused milk running through his system keeps his energy levels locked at a terrifying peak, his chest expanding with heavy, deep breaths as his parameter indicators pulse with a faint pink light.

"Two down," Monika whispers hoarsely, stepping directly through the deep deluge toward him. Her bare thighs throw up pale, frothing waves with every step, and her own beach-ball-sized assets are heavily engorged, leaking a steady stream of sweet fluid that slices into the rising lake below. "But the room's internal buffer is reaching maximum capacity. We need to route the remaining data loop through Natsuki before the script completely locks up."

Natsuki doesn't wait for a prompt. Driven to an absolute frenzy by the raw audio-visual display of dominance and the thick, sweet scent filling the air, she plunges off her desk into the white pool, throwing her arms around Ren's waist. She looks up at his towering frame with wide, dilated eyes, her cheeks burning a permanent, vivid crimson.

"Don't you dare leave me out, you brute!" Natsuki screams frantically, manually squeezing her monumental mounds to direct twin, high-pressure geysers of warm milk straight into his face and chest. "Look how much data I've been saving up for you! Drink it and break my settings too!"

Ren grips the sides of her face, leaning down to lock his jaws over her doorknob-sized nipple, drinking deeply directly from the source.

GULP. GULP. GULP.

The instant Natsuki's code-altered milk hits his system, the feedback loop triggers an immediate physical mutation. Down below, his already gargantuan shaft throbs violently, ballooning outward in both length and girth with dense, stone-hard mass that stretches the limits of the room's geometry.

"Oh my god, it's huge!" Natsuki shrieks with a mixture of terror and absolute ecstasy. She violently spins around, gripping the edge of the central table right next to Sayori, and bends over completely. She flares her hyper-inflated, doughy buttocks directly toward his pelvis, her soaking wet, code-warped entrance pulsing wide open in anticipation. "Drive it home, Ren! Empty everything inside me!"

Ren steps forward, his hands locking onto the heavy globes of her rear with bruising force to anchor himself against the shifting tide. He aligns his newly enlarged, column-sized shaft with her pulsing core and drives forward with all his weight.

SLAM.

The entire table splinters against the back wall as Ren buries his monstrous length all the way to the root inside Natsuki's wet, scorching interior in a single, brutal drive. Natsuki's mouth flies open in a high-pitched, shattered shriek of pure bliss that rattles the classroom windows, her entire frame locking up instantly as her internal walls clamp down on his incredible girth like a vice, bracing herself for the final, heavy-hitting rhythm.